As the brambles caught the address
The language was adjacent to an epiphany

Running towards the fountain of words
I thought about wanking, truth and mockery

If we were gonna take them down we were gonna do it with a smile
Or not at all

The hues of the TV screen were three dimensional,
Unlike my surroundings
Which just made my other experiences more emphatic

Punk rock came on the stereo
And suddenly my empathy was cool

So I had to skip it.

No music then as I only had the free version of Spotify.


All words lead to the heart, and are a compass for recalculating what's gone elsewhere or to your head.

It's only an intellectual though that would use them to try and discern the difference between the two.

Acidivism is a way of treating ******* disillusionment with some form of *******

The craze will die down

But I've never been exposed to the real world, not as history would define it anyway.

Because my life was just me shouting that, learning how to do it more accurately all of the time and reshaping the world hence in miraculous ways. Except my real voice historically won't be heard.
For they have full control and won't let the truth get out. Because it means their death. And if our lives are this controlled and you would understand how they are if my voice was heard for real then they deserve to die.

Poonanny cosmos.